Lyrics:
to tell the truth I really think I don't like niggas
And I met this Rich fly motherfucker he was so fly
Boy he had so much money, That nigga was flyer than
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith
So let these words lift
'Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells
Since yours ain't workin' out
Each verse
Load the car with the bike
I'm out for a ride
Set to murder the park
Ain't that a homicide
I drive into the place, theres some lads smoking darts
Wolf head on the Young God,
Call it Anubis,
Melanin drip, and my hair’s grown,
When I die, bury me like a Pharaoh,
This is not shxt that you’d see
Big Joe McKinsey
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the room around him
And these were the very words he said
I went down to St. James
the colorway"
I gave my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray
I asked this god a question
And by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and
of the food chain
Rappin' bout your dream like King
You rap's LeBron James
Pops say he want him a Bentley
A Mulsanne, never change
You and your niggas can
God that now I'm learning
Life got Messi since 10, but I changed like Ben
Left the field, I ain't talking 'bout just Franz from German
All my dogs
me so get that Jesus kind of peace cause we never Silent
I'm a gangster when it comes to Serving the Lord yeah my God is a Don and he will never be
of righteousness and He's by my side
Told me I should never hide, patient and His love is kind
Chastened and He humbled me was living life full of pride
Redirected
losing my tongue
Now my hope is that the next time I'll see you's with God's Son
And we'll eternally share words fluently strung
You had plans to retire
magazine
Heal me with your light
Like A James Turrell piece
I got the love for you
That kind that’ll never cease
And if I’m being frank
That’s just to say
Confidence approachin'
Do you now where you be
Is that nigga at Deadlight
He need your company
I'll probably be busy building, my blunt
Rolling my
convictions, sending prayer
For my son, that's my petition
Made a decision
I'ma live my life by
His conditions
They ask what I think
I just told them
God is
other men
But he just did not believe in
All of that incarnation stuff
Which the churches proclaim at Christmas time
It just did not make sense
And he was
of encouragement but discouragin' the rappers, the rap game's God
But the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith
So let these words lift
'Cause all I got is
I, man, just from a kid
Five, six year old, that's all he did
And some people may say
Oh you know, it sucks for this father and this and that
But hey,
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
actually trapped
Come to find out it's not just a feeling in reality I'm really, truly trapped how
Can I go back to that laid back attitude
See the problems
of Kalisz
And nothing was left when they finally did leave
Where can you go when nothing remains?
Nowhere to run from that kind of pain
He could have hardened
let off caps
Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps
Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin
I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon
Now I'm on TV with James Corden, that shit was crazy
Just got a place with a backyard, I feel amazing
Nothing can get between me and the dreams I'm
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